Return to Earth, Part I
By Sharon Best, Janissa, Tex Beethoven and David
(Last Revision: 29-Sep-96)
(This chapter continues the story line that last appeared in Aurora 25. It chronicles Symbala and Monique’s arrival on Earth. Part of this plot was written by Tex, my friend and writing companion, a man with a ‘feel’ for explosives! Since this chapter first appeared, a lot of exciting new material has been added by ‘Janissa’, the pen name of a very imaginative husband and wife team who are part of my ‘Inner Circle’ of contributing authors. And a man known only as David has helped make this all readable and consistent, even if that has meant changing parts of some earlier chapters.)
On Board The Arion R&R Ship, High Lunar Orbit, Following The Battle At The Arena
Bequet found herself tumbling backwards as her body was sucked through the door of the Rome-like arena and out into the raging hurricane of the outer corridor! The decompression of the R&R ship had turned the corridor into a virtual wind tunnel, hurricane force winds raging down the length of it, escaping into space from the breach in the hull that Sh’Lyra and the snarling klomft had created with their invulnerable bodies.
The escaping air felt like it was ripping Bequet’s screams from deep inside her lungs as she tumbled head over heels down the long corridor, her body feeling no more substantial than a leaf in a windstorm. She just knew that she was going to die, that she was going to be sucked into space to swell up and explode like an overripe melon, the tiny pieces remaining of her body then freezing solid in the cold vacuum of space! Frantically trying to forestall that horrible fate, she grabbed onto some torn electrical wires as she swept past them. She missed the first bundle of wires, then a second, trying to stabilize her body, the wires themselves were whipping back and forth wildly in the hurricane force winds.
Pain flared in her arms, shoulders, and back as she finally managed to grab a tangle of wires, holding on for dear life. Her body started to slam into the corridor walls again and again as she flew around on the end of her crude tether. Her strong forearms and biceps flexed dramatically as she used all of her Arion Beta strength to hang on to the slender cables. But she knew she could not hold on for long; each crash against the walls stunned her and loosened her grip a little bit more. She felt her fingers gradually slipping further and further downward as the cable cut painfully into her tough hands. Glancing down in panic between her bare legs, staring through the gaping maw in the ship’s hull that was fifty feet in front of her, she could see only the beckoning stars of the Milky Way surrounding the brightly lit surface of the sterile cratered Moon floating in lifeless space! A Moon that seemed to draw her toward itself with nearly irresistible power!
Time seemed to slow for Bequet as she tried to savor every last instant of life. She felt herself steadily slipping moment by moment further down the cable. Her body drawn inexorably toward her seemingly inevitable death, towards the eternal sleep that awaited her in the frigid vastness of space. She screamed one last time, losing the last remains of air that she had been holding in her lungs, her voice sounding high pitched and tinny in the rapidly thinning air.
Terrified beyond conscious control, she felt her fingers finally slip from the very end of the wires! A final scream welled up in her, the sound suddenly dying in her throat as a strong hand gripped her wrist painfully, its strength saving her from the certain doom that was only seconds away!
She looked up in shock and relief to see a powerful yet feminine arm pulling her upward! Gazing upward, her face was glowing with a mixture of terror, surprise and finally gratitude as she saw her own Mistress, Janee, rescuing her! The strong woman spread her long legs into a split, her shapely legs rippling with her enormously enhanced muscles. Each gorgeous leg pushed outward with thousands of pounds of force against the steel walls of the corridor, her feet bending and deforming the steel walls to hold her body rigidly against the fury of the hurricane!
Seemingly without effort, Janee pulled Bequet up until the weaker woman could straddle one of her rippling thighs. Bequet’s bare legs squeezed her mistress’ hard flexing thigh in a python’s grip, her bared sex pressing warmly and firmly against the hard edges of warm silky steel of Janee’s thigh. Like a panicked drowning victim, Bequet desperately wrapped her strong arms around Janee’s neck in a virtual death grip.
A few seconds later, as her panic began to slowly ebb, Bequet wondered for a moment why her usually uncaring mistress was even bothering to save her. Yet she didn’t care: she wanted only to get out of this rapidly evacuating corridor! Her panic gave her the strength of two Beta’s as she literally scrambled upward over Janee’s body, struggling to worm her way through a large torn opening in the corridor wall that Janee had made for her, the Dom’s strong fingers having torn the Vendorian steel apart like it was paper-mache.
Bequet finally made it through the hole, the sharp torn steel slicing into her arms and legs as she moved too hastily, but her adrenaline rush was so intense that she never even noticed her wounds.
Once Janee was sure that Bequet was not going to be swept away, she wasted no time in reaching down to open a heavy case she had brought with her. Still fighting hurricane force winds, stray objects and more than a few screaming Beta’s bounced from her invulnerable body as they tumbled downward to disappear into the yawning vacuum of space. Ignoring the forces pulling her own body downward, she unfolded a heavy steel frame from the case, smashing holes in the steel walls with her fists to secure the framework’s anchors.
Bequet cautiously looked back through the tear in the wall, marveling as Janee’s muscles became as hard as steel under her silky soft skin. She watched from her place of relative safety inside the wall as Janee’s arms held onto the cables while unfolding the metal frame. The tendons of her arms soon looked like steel cables themselves, straining powerfully while her muscles flexed several times larger than Bequet’s own as this superwoman bent the thick steel straps into place and attached them to the steel frame of the ship. Bequet was amazed for the hundredth time as she watched Janee work, her reaction of amazement and arousal so typical of what any Beta would feel while watching a Prime using his or her native strength. Janee’s biceps were flexing so hard that they almost seemed to be glowing faintly with their own light!
* * *
Janee was still gasping from both the hurricane winds and from the effects of Bequet’s intimate touches as she had climbed over her, the little bitch’s soft touches having created a fire within her blood. She also knew that a lot of her arousal was coming from exerting her own super strength, but she was pleased that Bequet was finally learning her place, was learning to be properly grateful for the protection that she was giving her. She would owe even more than her life for this act of salvation, and Janee was getting hot even now in thinking about the energies and creativity that Bequet would gladly bring to their bed in an effort to repay her!
Turning her thoughts back to the task at hand, she struggled desperately to finish assembling the emergency magnetic patch before all the air on the ship was evacuated. Even though the ship was huge, many miles in length and width, this hurricane couldn’t blow forever!
Normally only a Prime would have had enough strength to accomplish the task before her, molding this steel directly into the frame of the ship. At first Janee had feared that she truly did not have the strength, despite her long hours as Sh’Lyra’s sex slave. But as Bequet had stirred her blood with her gentle grateful touches, Janee’s limbs had also grown stronger, the long hours of exposure to Sh’Lyra’s mutagenic hormones had not been wasted!
Now, fighting the thousands of pounds of air pressure that pushed against the huge steel sheet that she was unfolding, her hands gripped the steel hard enough to spot weld it together under just the awesome force of her steely grip, the magnetic patch’s framework finally bonding to the ship’s frame. Quickly touching the controls, she activated the magnetic bubble shield, instantly stopping the loss of air from this breach in the hull.
The sudden silence was almost deafening, Bequet holding her ears painfully against the increasing air pressure as the life support system tried to compensate. Her eyes grew wide with fear when she saw Janee fall exhaustedly onto the floor of the magnetic patch. Bequet, not fully understanding her own feelings towards this remarkable woman who was now her mistress, fearlessly climbed down into the corridor again to begin tenderly kissing Janee’s neck. Her hands travelled over the awesome curves of Janee’s hot, sweat-soaked, steely body, the drying hurricane of wind now gone.
Her lips finally found the hollow of Janee’s throat while her nimble fingers found Janee’s full breasts, Bequet feeling a thrilling rush through her own body when she heard Janee catch her breath as she responded to her touch, the softness filling her hands so unlike the steel of her pumped muscles. Exhausted from her Herculean efforts, Janee could only squirm pleasantly as Bequet touched her so lovingly. Closing her eyes, she luxuriated in the light strokes that Bequet bestowed on her nipples and along the undersides of her breasts as she sought to release the passions that Janee’s incredible release of strength had built up within her remarkable body!
Bequet now lay beside her lover, finding herself also becoming very turned on knowing that beneath the beautiful soft skin she was kissing, there were enhanced muscles that were as hard as the Vendorian steel that formed the very walls of their ship. She sighed softly as she felt the dominant femme’s nipples growing almost an inch long and half as thick, the hard points feeling as hard as bronze to Bequet. Her own breathing grew rapid and deep, her own small nipples now growing firmer, her face flushed with passion. Her firm tongue traced around Janee’s engorged nipples, gently biting one nipple very firmly while her hands traveled downward to stroke Janee’s inner thighs.
Janee gasped loudly as Bequet suddenly bit down hard on her left nipple. Her teeth scraped along it as Janee moaned with burning pleasure, tangling her fingers in Bequet’s silky black hair. To her surprise, she found that she was still too weak to do more than stroke Bequet’s head and neck. Meanwhile, Bequet boldly licked her way down Janee’s flushed body until her lips were gently touching her Mistress’ soft nether lips. Her tongue parted the intimate folds and Bequet felt Janee’s back arch off the floor, feeling a surge of pride as her actions were obviously so marvelously in control of this beautiful superwoman!
Bequet’s tongue proved to be long and clever and she brought Janee to orgasm quickly, kissing her Mistress’ sex deeply as she smiled to herself. She had just discovered that a slave did indeed have a certain power over her Mistress, especially at powerful times like this! Continuing her intimate exertions, she brought her Mistress to climax after climax, controlling this vastly stronger woman’s body until Janee finally had to tangle her fingers in Bequet’s hair, pushing her away from her sex, gasping as she firmly ordered her to stop!
Janee, her awesome strength now rapidly returning from the powerful orgasms her slave had just brought her, almost tenderly tied Bequet’s clever and talented hands behind her back, kissing her now in return until Bequet was moaning and gasping in her own passion. Then, snapping a leash onto her collar, Janee stopped before Bequet could find her own release, and led the pleading woman arrogantly away. Bequet followed her mistress obediently, her body trembling on the very edge of a strong climax, a climax that Janee carefully denied her. Yet she led her not to the slave pens as Bequet had expected, but toward the ship’s bridge!
*
The Hard Vacuum of Space, Near the Terran Moon
The klomft’s huge maw crushed inward simultaneously on Sh’Lyra’s right arm, on her waist and on part of her chest. The gleaming rows of diamond-hard teeth ground deeply into the yielding flesh of her breasts, trying to rend the softness they found. At the same time, one powerful clawed foreleg raked down her back, finally scraping upward between her legs with an awesome tearing force. The other foreleg swatted her head back and forth hard enough that it would have shattered her skull if it had been made of mere Vendorian steel. But Sh’Lyra’s body was made of far stronger stuff! Despite living among the Arions, she had the physiology of a full-blooded Kryptonian!
The klomft was still a ferocious and dangerous beast, even for a Kryptonian. Its continued attack was actually starting to injure Sh’Lyra! Her body was almost overwhelmed with pain as the creature’s diamond claws, sharper than razors and strong enough to rend the hardest steel, raked again and again over her silky yet paradoxically invulnerable Kryptonian skin. Shaking its head violently back and forth, it sawed its rows of razor-sharp teeth over both the softer and harder areas of this superwoman’s body, searching for a weak spot, frustrated as it found her flesh nearly invulnerable to its claws and teeth, its efforts so far failing to destroy its hated former captor.
Sh’Lyra suddenly grew violently angry as the beast’s teeth slid across her sensitive nipples, each tooth leaving a small red scratch on the normally perfect skin just outside the brown skin of her aureola. She always lost control of her temper when she was hurt, the rarity of that sensation being the only thing that had preserved the structural integrity of the R&R ship all these years. Yet now her temper flared completely unchecked. She knew that while she wasn’t being seriously injured, her perfect skin, her soft breasts, were being scratched and disfigured by the creatures teeth. As always, her anger immediately burned away any pain and confusion she felt, energizing her body nearly to the degree her super-lovers were accustomed to. Many an enthusiastic lover had found that Sh’Lyra’s strength brought them great pain during her wildest sexual arousals.
She cursed vilely, struggling to free herself from the klomft’s jaws, frustrated in the knowledge that the creature had already healed itself from the damage that girl - Monique or PowerGirl or whatever the hell she called herself - had done to its body. Even though she knew that this creature was several times stronger than any Prime male, she knew it could not possibly be prepared for the power of her own limbs. She was, after all, a full-blooded Kryptonian, not just a puny Arion Prime! But she delayed her counterattack, amazed at the fantastic speed with which they were now approaching the sterile and dusty surface of Earth’s moon!
Sh’Lyra had long since given up entertaining any hope that the hard vacuum of space would have any effect on the klomft, but an old warrior’s trick came to mind, the most basic of techniques when you were about to land hard on something: you made sure that your enemy’s body took the blow. Twisting herself violently around, gasping as she inadvertently gave the klomft’s jaws a chance to get a better purchase on her upper body at the same time, she made sure that it would strike the surface of the moon first. It was a prudent move, their bodies moving at over one hundred thousand miles per hour when they finally slammed into the moon’s rocky surface.
*
Two Earth astronomers were studying that part of the moon at just this moment, using the powerful telescope of their new observatory to search for the remains of the Apollo moon missions. They were searching across the wide Sea of Tranquillity when they were amazed to see a new crater suddenly appear on the lunar surface, a huge plume of debris rising above it for many miles in the low lunar gravity. Their telescopic cameras whirred loudly as they raced to record the event, the first actual images to be captured of a large meteoroid impact on the lunar surface! They were not only fascinated to see such an event, they also knew it was going to make them famous!
*
The impact smashed both of the aliens’ bodies deeply into the rocky surface, the kinetic energy released by their impact easily equal to that of a small nuclear weapon. All the rocks and dust lying within a hundred yards of them exploded into glowing plasma as the violent energy release vaporized enough material to blast a deep quarter-mile-wide crater in the surface of the moon, the glowing debris from the shattered bedrock flying for miles up into the vacuum of space.
The explosive energy was also sufficient to stun the violent klomft, dazing the alien beast enough so that Sh’Lyra was finally able to free herself from its jaws. Both their invulnerable bodies were now glowing white-hot from the surrounding rocks, Sh’Lyra’s flaming red tresses making her look all the more like the Goddess she imagined she was, and the beast looking as if it was melting as it sagged to the floor of the crater.
Yet this beast was a creature from the planet Quican, the homeworld of the Kintzi, and it was a superbeing in its own right. Almost quicker than thought the klomft recovered and charged the tall red-haired woman, ramming its horned head directly into her chest. Sh’Lyra was knocked backwards by the violent impact, her body suddenly sliding along the shattered glowing rock on her bare bottom, her legs splayed out to the sides. She was finally flung up the sloped outer edges of the crater to tumble end over end for over a mile.
The bright stars she saw before her were not all points in space, the number and brightness of those stars suddenly intensified by an additional massive blow, this time to her head, as she was smashed backwards into a tall rocky cliff. Stunned, she slid limply down the ragged face of the cliff before the beast attacked yet again, having learned much about fighting these hairless prey during its long captivity.
The klomft knew it must allow the woman no rest! Sprinting across the lunar surface at a hundred miles per hour, it smashed its horns back into her body once again as she slumped almost unconsciously against the bottom of the cliff. The massive impact sent sparks flying in all directions as it shattered the entire cliff, thousands of tons of cold moon rocks burying them both, three thousand feet of vertical cliff collapsing in a silent roar on top of them.
*
The huge mountain of rubble and dust churned upward for over ten minutes, the two Terran astronomers taking more pictures, the second impact surprising them even more than the first! The probability of their cameras catching one impact on the moon’s surface was a chance in a billion, but two of them!!
Their cameras whirred once again, glimpses starting to appear in the first images that suggested they were not seeing a natural phenomena, the airless moon now a silent testimony to struggles that were somehow going on now beneath the face of the mountain that had just collapsed! Suddenly, the rocks exploded upward across a two hundred yard area, a huge dark object flying upward like a bullet shot though a feather pillow case. Their cameras clearly captured a strange dinosaur-like beast tumbling end over end for over ten miles before slamming into a different mountain, a new crater forming halfway up that enormous peak!
*
A very angry Sh’Lyra now rose from the rubble like an ancient Goddess gone berserk. Her uniform was shredded to ribbons, and the exposed areas of her body were visibly crisscrossed with angry red welts and scratches, her proud sensual beauty marred shamefully.
To say that she was pissed would be a pathetic example of Terran understatement. Yet while she normally would have loved to stay and finish this fight, she was still a Commander in the Arion StarFleet and she knew her ship and crew needed her desperately. Her sense of responsibility, a quality that many of her peers doubted she even had, overcame her overpowering rage. Suddenly flexing her long beautiful Kryptonian legs, she ran across the flat Sea of Tranquillity and leapt from the lunar surface at escape velocity while using only the strength of her steel-thewed legs. Struggling frantically to use her unpracticed flying powers, she finally stabilized her body and sped back toward her crippled ship.
Unlike most Arion officers, she was as loyal to her crew as they were to her. Each of her senior officers would die for her because they knew she would do the same for them: her violent and kinky behavior safely reserved for her slaves, not for the senior members of her operational crew.
Reaching out across thousands of miles of space with her super-vision, she saw that her ship was indeed in a LOT of trouble. The hull had been breached in several places, and most of the Primes on the ship, including those visiting idiotic male Primes from the Combat division, were just drifting around outside the ship, looking foolish and helpless as they had no way to return to it under their own power. She saw a trace of humor in this scene as she approached, those mighty and arrogant males flowing around the ship like flightless gnats around a Terran watermelon.
Suppressing her growing amusement, Sh’Lyra flexed her biceps and legs to her full strength and used that energy to rapidly slow herself to a near standstill. She grabbed the female Primes one by one and began throwing them all toward the ship, or at least the ones that she knew were personally loyal to her. The males she simply let drift off into space, knowing they would slowly die in the hard vacuum over the following weeks. Even an Arion Prime’s magnificent body was not able live indefinitely in space: extreme dehydration would eventually bring about their demise.
She turned all her attention to the crippled ship now, flying around it as she examined the massive hull breaches that were testament to the violent battle that had been fought there. Her eyes sparkled again and again as the structure of the ship became visible to her glowing eyes, discovering to her horror that the anti-matter engines had been badly damaged and that all available auxiliary power was now being used just to maintain life-support! Makeshift repairs and magnetic bottle fields had now sealed off most of the hull breaches and the crew continued to function as she had trained them to. She also saw that the weird vectors from the explosions had pushed the ship itself from its normally stable orbit, the massive ship slowing spinning around its long axis while gently tumbling end over end.
Finally flying in through one of the as yet unsealed holes, Sh’Lyra soared rapidly through the ship, ignoring the bodies of several unfortunate Betas as they floated dead and bloated in the evacuated spaces of the ship, their bodies exploding into shreds of torn flesh when her invulnerable body smashed through them. Ignoring such trivial concerns, they had no time for proper burials anyway, she finally used her powerful hands to tear her way through the sealed and armored collision doors of the Bridge to enter and resume her command.
Shouting some rapid-fire commands to her crew, she then paused, demanding a full report on ship’s status. Sorting through the reports department by department, she finally heard the Navigation officer confirming her worst fear. The ship was rapidly de-orbiting over the moon!
Engineering was no help - the Chief Engineer told her he needed many hours, perhaps even days, to repair the engines, the magnetic containment fields having collapsed only moments after he had managed to secure the anti-matter back into the Kepler jars that now contained it. He would have to repair the fields before reintroducing those annihilating energies back into the pods. Until then, they were virtually powerless!
Sh’Lyra quickly began barking out commands as she ruthlessly restored order on the ship, immediately getting everyone’s rapt attention when she ripped apart two panicky and unfortunate junior technicians with her bare hands when they dared show signs of hesitation in front of her. She barked orders to repair the ship, quickly sending out work crews composed of the rescued Primes and the hundreds of Betas who served them. They scurried about the ship’s hull, quickly sealing the minor holes.
At the same time, she directed her Doms to round up the remaining slaves, the Doms too shocked to reveal to Sh’Lyra that there were only a few dozen left out of the hundreds that had previously been aboard! Swearing loudly as they finally realized the treachery of the Velorians and their companions, her Doms swore revenge on them all as soon as they had their ship back under control!
Squeezing through the torn steel of the collision door once again, Sh’Lyra joined the work crews herself, her awesome strength put to good use as she bent the major supports of the shuttle bay back into place.
* * *
Laura tightened her powerful thighs and glutes for what seemed the thousandth time, using every ounce of muscular power she could muster to continue to push the damaged escape shuttle towards earth. The parking jets, which seemed to be the only source of power left on this damaged craft, were far too weak to power the massive vehicle all the way to Earth, so she was left to using her own Velorian strength to supply the energy needed to convey Wonder Woman and herself home. Her muscles had long ago heated up to their ‘cruising temperature’, and the deep red glow from her inner thighs and glutes had extended around the perimeter of her body, the glow casting the shadow of her powerful silhouette onto the shuttle’s engine housings.
Laura’s thoughts returned to her beloved Aurora. Was she safe? How well had she borne up under Sh’Lyra’s enslavement of her? Aurora was the most beautiful and the mightiest woman Laura had ever known, but in fairness she was far from the most sophisticated, her young age, barely 18 Terran years, and her inexperience with worked against her. The far older and more clever Arion/Kryptonian Dominatrix could well have applied some extremely effective methods for bending the teenage supergirl to her will!
As far as Laura herself was concerned, this high-risk rescue attempt that she and her friends had managed to bring off, had as its primary purpose the rescue of her beloved Fairchild. But she had not even seen Aurora! According to some very confusing stories, Aurora and a strange black-skinned girl had been carried into another shuttle by the other enslaved Velorian, a girl Chris was convinced was actually Kara!
But where could Kara have come from? She was supposed to be dead! Her quiet but emotional funeral still echoed in Laura’s mind, Chris’s surprisingly sensitive eulogy having touched her heart deeply, revealing that he had loved another woman besides Aurora! Yet Laura had always wondered how a Protector like Kara had been defeated? Her body having really never been found as she had allegedly been vaporized by the Arions who attacked her! It had made no sense, but her absence for the last months had slowly begun to confirm that the Girl of Steel was no more. At least until today!
Focusing her thoughts on Kara, Laura suddenly remembered what Diana had said just before Xar’s attack had knocked them for a loop--she had been with Kara very recently, long after her supposed death! In all the excitement, she’d completely forgotten about that until now! So there were now two people who thought she was alive! And for that matter, where exactly had Diana come from in the first place? When all of this was over, they’d have to have a very long talk.
* * *
Inside the airless shuttlecraft, Wonder Woman struggled to comprehend the various controls. Locating and activating the interior lights was literally a snap, the aural sensors picking up her presence to enable the standby power system. But she was baffled and frustrated at her inability to understand any of the piloting controls, the technology here far beyond the simple machines that she was familiar with back on Paradise Island. Suppressing an oath, she turned away from the pilot’s console and studied the airlock controls.
These were far easier to figure out. A red button opened the lock, a green one closed it, a glowing display, ranging from green at one end to red at the other displayed the atmospheric pressure inside the lock. Otherwise, the airlock was totally automated.
Turning to examine another console mounted on the wall, she discovered that the life support systems seemed to be working and even had power, all the lights glowing green. Her limited ability to read the Arion language worked in her favor now, the words not terribly different from an ancient version of the Gaelic language that she had once studied. Thank Hera this wasn’t a Kryptonian or Velorian craft, their language and characters were closer to Egyptian than anything else!
Turning her full attention to the controls, she quickly realized, if she was reading these gauges correctly, that there was plenty of air stored within the shuttle. Activating the main power button on the life support console, she turned to close the outer and inner airlock doors, a faint mist coming from a dozen vents as air flowed into the shuttle. The gauges on the wall all slowly marched upward, her spacesuit slowly softening as the outside pressure slowly rose to match the internal pressure.
Finally, with a heartfelt sigh of relief, she removed the extremely confining Arion space suit. She had always been a little claustrophobic in any kind of clothing, and the tight confining fit of a spacesuit against her skin was almost intolerable! She had grown up in a land where wearing clothing was entirely optional and generally discouraged. Even when she traveled to Terra, the dimension inhabited by men, she wore as little as the Terran’s concept of modesty would allow.
Looking down at her red and blue costume now, the one that had been featured in so many magazines after being photographic on her rare visits to the world of men, she saw that this costume was no longer acceptable to wear in the company of anyone but her sisters. Her left breast, in fact, was completely exposed, the normally invulnerable fabric torn beyond repair as it had proved weaker than the flesh that it covered.
With a shrug of her strong shapely shoulders, she dismissed her appearance and settled into one of the pilot seats, very glad to be out of that stifling spacesuit! Now her skin could breathe again as it was meant to!
After five minutes of thoughtful study, her startling clear blue eyes reading and finally deciphering the labels above each control, she reached out and laid her bare hand on the control panel. She felt surprisingly conscious of her own long silky black hair as this simple movement caused it to caress her bare shoulder, her fingers fondling the controls that would send massive surges of power into the engines of the shuttlecraft. She found it strangely arousing that she could control such powerful technology, her body suddenly feeling sensuous and alive. Her hair seemingly alive, its touch against her shoulders felt like the sensuous touch of a lover! She could barely contain her enthusiasm as she realized that she could master such technology, the power of her mind augmenting the usual power of her muscles! Her enthusiasm broke forth into a mirthful song as her melodious voice filled the front of the shuttle.
“By Hades, we have managed to steal only a damaged shuttle, but we’re making excellent progress towards Terra,” she sang loudly in chanting Amazonian fashion. “And I now know how to control it!”
The song died quickly as she put her pride behind her as she remembered where the current energies that powered this craft were truly coming from. “Laura must be really exerting herself out there,” she thought as she turned to look out the window. “By all the Gods and Goddesses, how do I signal her to come in for a rest?”
*
Outside The Shuttlecraft, Between The Twin Nozzles Of The Impulse Engines
As her body slowly tired from her long exertions, Laura was finding that she needed to push herself harder and harder to maintain the shuttle’s acceleration. At the same time, the temperature of the muscles in her buttocks had continued to grow. Laura could now see her shadow very clearly against the walls of the engines, the glow spreading downward between her slightly outstretched legs where it now glowed the brightest.
As her hands continued to push against the shuttle, she suddenly felt rhythmic vibrations though the palms of her hands. She began to puzzle when she felt them again and then again, an obvious pattern to the vibrations.
“Of course!” she finally thought to herself, relaxing her straining body. The shuttle was now approaching Earth fairly rapidly, and Diana was simply tapping on the wall, signaling her to rest.
Floating up along the lower curve of the shuttle, she was surprised to see the airlock door opening enticingly, Diana’s message now very clear. Looking in, she smiled to see her cherished new friend Wonder Woman smiling back at her through the transparent metal window of the inner lock. Floating inside, she saw the outside lock closing behind her, luxuriating in taking her first breath of air in more than an hour as it hissed into the chamber!
Smiling at her new friend when the inner door opened, Laura coughed a few times to clear her lungs, finally able to speak again. Her eyes saw the torn remains of Diana’s costume before looking down at herself. Her laughing chuckle brought a smile to Diana’s face. “A few more fights like that one and you’ll be dressed like I am,” Laura said, proudly standing before her, her body glowing with vitality, yet totally naked.
Diana smiled back admiringly and replied, “Worse things could happen. Besides, your ‘attire’, or the lack of it, is the norm where I live.”
Looking up at her new friend’s face, Diana suddenly saw that there was more there than just weariness in the worried look crossing Laura’s face. “Laura, you look tired… but something else is wrong isn’t it? What is it?”
“Oh Diana,” Laura burst out, her voice almost choking with emotion. “I’m so worried about Fairchild, you know, Aurora! That Arion bitch could have done anything to her in all those days she had her trapped up there.”
Uncharacteristically at a loss for words, knowing that Laura’s fears were not so different than her own, Wonder Woman knew she could at least offer her friend some emotional support. Reaching out, she drew Laura close to her, holding her with the warm enthusiasm that she could only use to embrace a sister who shared her own powers.
Laura also clung to Diana with a fierce and needful strength, the strength of Diana’s body surprising her once again as it only yielded slightly under the force of her Velorian muscles. She finally relaxed the tight control she had maintained over her emotions. The past day had been such a strain on her! So many people had depended on her powers and on her quick wits to survive the daring rescue they had managed to achieve aboard the R&R ship, and the unfamiliar weight of such responsibilities had almost bowed her powerful shoulders. And all the time, she had been SO worried about Fairchild! It was such a relief now to be able to relax for a moment in the arms of her wise and compassionate friend, in the arms of another superwoman!
As Laura rested her head on Diana’s broad shoulder, she felt Diana’s strong fingers tracing up and down her back, kneading and exploring her powerful muscles. Diana marveled at the power of the second Velorian woman she had held in her arms, the memory of Kara’s body still so very clear and exciting every time she thought of her. She grew more and more conscious of Laura’s firm breasts pressing against the soft nakedness of her own. Taking a deep shuddering breath, she ran her hands down to cup Laura’s firmly rounded buttocks - marveling how they were still noticeably warm from pushing the shuttle through space. Strength second only to a full-blooded Velorian suddenly coursed through her hands to press their bodies tightly together.
Laura relaxed completely in Diana’s tight embrace, her body softening, letting the Amazon take charge, suddenly conscious of a deep release from her emotional strains, from the constant need to make life or death decisions. Diana kneaded her new friend’s warm and very tight bottom until Laura found that she was starting to breathe heavily, her body responding to the warm strength of Diana’s hands.
Emboldened by her new friend’s growing arousal, Diana cupped one of Laura’s rounded buttocks with one hand while she boldly reached up to cup and caressed Laura’s breast with her other hand, running her thumb over her hardening nipple, holding none of the strength of her hands back while she gently kissed her smooth cheek, whispering reassuring words into her ear.
As Laura sighed softly in her arms, Diana pushed her back a little so she could kiss her, their soft lips meeting for the first time. At first, the kiss was light and teasing, Diana’s tongue lightly tickling Laura’s soft lips. But within moments her kiss was being returned, their tongues dancing together as Laura’s hand now rose between their bodies to cup Diana’s naked breast through her torn costume, her embrace as warm and strong as Diana’s! The Amazon began to respond to the strong caress, her eyes barely focused as she looked over Laura’s shoulder.
Her body suddenly stiffened when she looked out through the airlock window. She had seen something moving against the stationary starfield outside the shuttle!
“Look, Laura! Another shuttle! It could be the one with Aurora! And it isn’t very far away!”
Laura reluctantly released her, their growing passion fading as she turned and followed the Amazon’s finger, her remarkable eyes looking through the walls of their shuttle instead of the window, zooming in to make the other shuttle look as if it was fifty feet away!
“Oh, my God, Diana, that’s wonderful! We’ve GOT to go check on her!” cried Laura excitedly. She paused for a moment, feeling Diana’s warm hand still on her breast. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”
The raven-tressed woman, known to so many men on the alternate Earth as Wonder Woman, smiled broadly, giving the beautiful, super-powered bodybuilder a soft kiss. “Of course not, silly! Aurora is very important to you; and to the Earth as well. Let’s go.”
*
In spite of her deliberately understanding words, Diana cringed a bit as Laura helped her back into the stifling spacesuit. She had never liked these things, but she couldn’t survive longer than a couple of hours in outer space without one, and they really had no idea what they would be getting into. In fact, as she was sealed in, her head swam a bit once again from the close confinement. She had to firmly direct her attention outside the suit and to the job at hand to regain her composure. Finally fastening her golden lasso around her waist, she decided that she was ready.
They both cycled through the airlock and back outside. Laura, due to her unique Velorian/Terran heritage and powers, was able to exist quite comfortably in the vacuum even while totally nude! However, she was grateful that the vacuum couldn’t transmit sound to Diana, since she felt tickling vibrations from several parts of her body as she voided moisture and other gases into space. That was the worst part about stepping into a hard vacuum, the internal pressure in every orifice of her body escaping! The could only imagine what it would sound like if there had been air to carry the rude sounds!
Laura returned to her position near the nozzles of the shuttle’s impulse engines and flexed her powerful buttocks once again as she began directing their shuttle towards the one that they hoped contained Aurora.
*
Diana clung to Laura for security, still feeling confined and rather queasy. Yet despite those emotions, she felt something else as well, a feeling of dependency, a feeling of being weaker and softer than the remarkable woman she clung to, a feeling the normally omnipotent Amazon had only felt once before. That previous time was when she was in the arms of the young Velorian teenager named Kara, the girl so many people knew as Supergirl! A girl so much younger and less experienced than herself, but a girl who had proven to be her physical superior in every way! Closing her eyes, she tried to block out those emotions, focusing her keen mind back on the task at hand!
As they approached the other shuttle, Diana readied her lasso, still feeling rather lightheaded and very queasy inside her spacesuit. Yet she was amazed at the suppleness of the Arion spacesuit. Even with it on, she could feel every curve of Laura’s beautiful body through the airtight gauntlets. To distract herself from her growing discomfort, she stroked her gloved hands longingly over the hard smooth curves of Laura’s body.
For her part, Laura was noticing Wonder Woman’s tension, giving her waist a slight reassuring squeeze with her arm when they approached the other shuttle, her sky blue eyes meeting the dark blue of Diana’s as they smiled at each other. Diana’s firm embrace reminded her of Fairchild once again, hoping against hope that Aurora was on the shuttlecraft. For the first time in many years, she prayed. “Please Rao, Aurora HAS to be aboard ”!
Diana, sweating slightly in the close confines of the space suit, felt Laura’s reassurance, turning her face toward her to smile gratefully at her intimate friend. Automatically she gathered her lasso into readiness. In the short time she had known Laura, she had grown very fond of her. Not only were they physically almost a match, Laura only slightly stronger, they shared many of the same ideals. She decided that if the opportunity arose, she would HAVE to bring Laura to Paradise Island so they could explore this growing friendship, to discover the bounds of the affection she felt for her. Diana remembered what Laura had said about the other blonde Supergirl on the R&R ship and thought, “Wouldn’t it be wonderful great if both Kara and Aurora were on board this shuttle.”.
Her thoughts once again ran away from her, remembering Kara with great fondness from their brief friendship on Paradise Island, and, more recently, in the altenerate dimension that contained Superman’s Earth. By Hera, she would dearly love to see her again as well!
*
Carefully leaving their own shuttle at a velocity and direction that they hoped would allow it to remain in close proximity to this new one, Laura held Diana in her arms while she flew across the short distance between the two spacecraft, the two of them exploring the possibilities of entry. Diana discovered that the airlock controls were identical, the priority biased in favor of outside entry as was appropriate for any ‘lifeboat’ such as this.
Stepping in and cycling the airlock, the pressure quickly built to normal. Laura could only smile as Wonder Woman fairly tore the suit off herself, ripping her own red bodice further in her urgency. Laura could see that Diana’s face was a little flushed as her strong fingers ripped the spacesuit into ribbons of metalized plastic. “Are you all right?” Laura whispered, concern for her new friend evident in her voice as she saw the near panic in her eyes.
“Yes, I am now, I was running out of air I think. Come on. Let’s see who’s on this ship.”
Looking though the small window on the inner airlock door they were surprised to see only a thick cloud of black smoke. Taking several deep breaths to oxygenate her system with the pure air in the airlock, Diana held her breath. She felt very confident in this at least -- she had once held her breath for slightly over two hours while diving deeply beneath the surface of a lake on Paradise Island.
Diana squeezed Laura’s left hand to signal her readiness. Pressing the green button, the two superwomen both held their breath as the door slid silently upward, the oily black smoke rolling into the airlock to greet them. Pausing to listen, Laura’s super keen hearing could make out two women speaking to their right, and a low moaning coming from their left. Visibility was only a few feet at best in any direction.
Describing what she had heard, Laura waited for Diana to decide how to proceed, the experienced Amazon signaling her to check out the conversation on the right while she checked out the moaning to the left. Nodding in agreement, the two women stepped apart, quickly disappearing from sight as they walked off into the clouds of black smoke.
* * *
Back On The Arion Ship, The Crew Still Fighting For Their Lives
It was several hours later before Sh’Lyra again stood on her bridge, still dressed in the torn rags of her formerly magnificent uniform, rags that did little to hide her magnificent figure. Sweat beading on his forehead, Samtee, the chief engineer, entered the bridge to give his report. He knew he was going to die as he stood in front of Sh’Lyra. It was his fatal duty to report that it would still be a least a day before he could fix the controls and containment fields for the anti-matter engines. Despite his trembling fear as he stood before her, he was still enough of a man to find himself aroused as he stared at her large bare breasts, their perfect roundness jutting out so high and proud on her broad powerful chest.
Flinching as she stepped closer, the firm points of the taller woman’s invulnerable breasts pressing painfully against his collarbones, he was shocked when the tall Kryptonian didn’t simply kill him with her bare hands or with the awesome steel points of her breasts. Instead, to his wonder, she spoke to him in a soft supportive tone.
“You’ve done a good job, Chief, helping keep this wreck of a ship together. I need you to continue to do that job. I have some important tasks on Earth now and I’m putting you in command while I’m gone. But before I go, I need your help in figuring out how to get the ship back into a stable orbit. My flying powers are the only propulsion source left to us: if I were to use them, where should I place my body to keep from tearing the ship’s structure apart?”
Samtee didn’t hesitate, the engineer in him asking her some key questions about the amounts of thrust she could generate from her various muscles, his eyes following her hands down as she unconsciously fondled her huge breasts while she talked. A rare note of uncertainty was in her voice as she confessed that she had no idea!
Nevertheless, Samtee walked over to the Nav station while gathering his engineers to work with the navigators. Together they began to work out a desperate plan. They had tracked Sh’Lyra’s earlier return from the Moon and he knew they could work backwards to calculate her acceleration, and therefore, her thrusting abilities. Everyone knew this was a wild scheme, yet if Sh’Lyra’s body failed to power the ship, then everyone was doomed. After all, every one of the rescue shuttles had either been stolen by the Velorians and those accursed Terran slaves or damaged beyond repair!
*
Half an hour later, Sh’Lyra and the space-suited Chief Engineer floated out of an airlock near the anti-matter pods. She circled his waist with her bare arm while quickly flying them both to the one point on the ship that stood a chance of supporting the incredible forces that she was about to apply: the massive support beams that connected the warp engines together.
The Chief Engineer carried a wide-angle camera which was video-linked with the Bridge, the images allowing the navigation and engineering staffs to watch and correct Sh’Lyra’s efforts as she attempted to stabilize the orbit of the ship. Under their watchful eyes, she began the seemingly impossible task of moving the giant ship.
She was wearing no clothing at all now, her bruised and scratched skin stretched tightly over her dramatically expanding muscles, tendons leaping into play like steel cables, throbbing veins exploding across her arms as they were pushed to the surface by the flexing of the underlying Kryptonian steel. Her muscles flexed larger and larger until she looked like a bigger than life sculpted stature of a red-headed female Atlas, her breasts glowing with power as her strength was channeled through them to generate flying power. To her watching Doms and the remaining slaves, she appeared to be the true Goddess of Power, the twin glow of her breasts nearly dazzling their eyes. To the wincing engineering staff, their eyes moving between the spectacular image of this superwoman’s straining muscles and the red-lined hull strain gauges, she seemed to be an amazing powerhouse of energy, exerting forces that almost rivaled the power of the warp engines themselves!
Staring at their gauges, they swelled with reflected pride as they saw their female Commander exerting the millions of pounds of force required to halt the million ton ship from continuing its decaying orbit. They were speechless with wonder as they saw her straining body generating greater and greater forces each minute, the giant ship slowly but inexorably gaining speed, everyone on the ship who had not been secured to their seat was now plastered against a floor or bulkhead from the acceleration! The anti-grav was still not working!
Less than ten minutes later, the ship’s navigators reported that not only was the ship’s orbit no longer decaying, but they were actually moving away from the moon, and were moments away from achieving their desired orbit once again. The entire crew broke out in cheers, the only person on the ship not showing tears of relief was Sh’Lyra herself, her ears hearing nothing but the pounding of blood in her veins as sweat continued to burst from her body into the hard vacuum, the moisture evaporating instantly, her body straining beyond any limits she had ever reached before.
The lead navigator didn’t signal Samtee to ask her to stop until the ship was well out of danger, the excess velocity raising its orbit higher than normal above the moon. Samtee finally touched Sh’Lyra’s shoulder reverently, the heat from her glowing shoulder muscles nearly melting a hole in his armored glove despite the only momentary contact. Her eyes jerked around to meet his as she read his lips, gratefully relaxing her body to float freely beside him.
Sh’Lyra re-entered the bridge ten minutes later, and for the first time in her life, applause greeted her as she pulled one of her eclectic collection of Terran T-shirts over her gradually cooling skin; the colors of the Led Zeppelin tour of ’78 looking incongruous as they stretched tightly across the sexy curves of this superwoman from a distant star!
Suddenly uncomfortable with this unusual show of camaraderie, she gruffly told everyone to get back to work, that the show was over. Sh’Lyra then turned to see Janee, her top Dom, kneeling by her command chair and trembling with fear. Lying face down and naked, her head by Janee’s ankles, was the Bequet bitch. Frowning, Sh’Lyra commanded Janee to speak, knowing Janee never trembled unless she was in throes of passion… or unless she had truly bad news to deliver.
Quickly, Janee told her Mistress that Aurora and all but a handful of her other slaves had been taken from the ship. Sh’Lyra gasped, the words fulfilling the worst of the fears she had felt during the last hour, unfamiliar emotions exploding within her as she suddenly felt like a part of herself had been stolen! The only Velorian slave in the universe and she had been torn from her grasp by those fucking Terrans and their mutated allies!
*
Sh’Lyra leapt to her feet, reiterating her command for Samtee to assume command of the ship until further notice and to move the ship to the far side of Venus as soon as he restored the impulse engines. Too much had happened here for her to hide these events from the Arion High Command. Especially in the wake of the chaos caused by the destruction of the Near-Earth Command Ship a mere three weeks ago. All too soon, they would send an investigative team over from the newly arrived replacement Command Ship, and the bastards would demand she explain herself. In addition, most of the senior officers in the Terran Command had already been hoping she was going to fuck up like this someday, understanding that it was the only way they were going to be able to relieve her of her command and advance their own careers. She could imagine how quickly those vultures must have moved after the first ‘Command Ship’ (admittedly a vastly inadequate vessel) had been destroyed by that SuperGirl bitch. “We must have a proper command ship!” they must have demanded of the High Command. “No more small stuff. We must have a fully equipped Mauler-class vessel with a full complement of battle-ready Primes and all the latest technology! We must have monitoring devices to observe the Earth! We need heavy weaponry to oppose the Velorians!”
Sh’Lyra now knew that while she had been overly distracted with her Velorian toy, the Arion High Command had responded. A rapid re-organization had created a major new command out of debris-laden space near Earth. It was just the right combination of circumstances to ensure an Admiralty for both local commanders after the Earth was finally destroyed!
No, Sh’Lyra would not allow them to exert their ill-founded control over her ship, she would not allow these ambitious and opportunistic men to remove her from command! Yet she knew they had all the advantages now, the near destruction of her ship would undoubtedly result in her being relieved of command, especially the way that she knew those men would describe the last day’s events in their formal report to the High Command!
The only thing she could do at this point to save her command was to break away from the Arion Empire entirely! She would have to become a rogue, a freelancer and a pirate. She smiled; just the thought of being so free was wildly appealing to her. She wondered why she hadn’t done this months ago! But she was still sobered; she knew that the High Command would search all of space to find and destroy her, the mutiny of such a crew as hers being the worst crime known on Aria!
Ignoring those concerns, she ordered a complete communications blackout as she ran from the Bridge, heading down the main corridor toward the one working airlock. She would return to her ship when she had retrieved Aurora. The rest of the slaves could be replaced from the first humanoid world they encountered. Shouting her final orders over her shoulder as she squeezed through the torn collision door, she added the unusual command that Janee should stay by Samtee’s side and speak with her voice. She wanted one of her own loyal lovers and slaves as the second in command. Despite Samtee’s long loyalty, she did not trust any man the way she trusted her femme lover!
*
As soon as she had slipped back into the cold darkness of space to begin flying rapidly toward the Earth, Sh’Lyra turned to stare at her beloved ship as it dwindled in size behind her, the anger building within her once again when she saw the extent of the damage. Gritting her teeth in anger, she flew faster and faster until she was moving at hundreds of thousands of miles per hour. Yet as she flew, her keen intelligence was planning how she was going to protect her ship and her crew from the Arion High Command.
She knew she had to establish a base of operations where there were both slaves and copious raw resources available, as well as access to technology. It would also have to be on a Class M planet, one where her Beta’s could breathe and ultimately reproduce.
But she knew the Arions would be scanning all of known Space to find her ship. Turning to look down at the rapidly approaching Earth with her remarkable eyes, she suddenly had a wild idea. What if she didn’t leave here at all, what if she hid her ship on the Earth itself? Squinting her eyes as she rapidly approached the blue planet, she saw several secret and remote places that seemed to be perfect for such a plan, places she could conceal a ship the size of her own, places that were beneath the frozen surface of the cold waters of the South Polar Ocean! No, she would not leave this system at all! Besides, Terrans were so much fun to conquer and she ‘owed’ them so much now! So much terror, so much revenge!
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